In mid April I drove to Iowa with Shanners. There was a birthday, a button museum & bent up dog cage. You have no idea what I'm talking about!

This cat is called Smash. What exactly is happening here? Oh please, we're just making friends, creeper.

Shanners is deciding whether to tube the Mississippi or not. That river is full of buttons!

Oh, Muscatine. I was so close to moving to this fair city, you can rent a giant store front for $400! Also, there are no jobs and everybody is in a gang.

At this moment (I mean right now) I look nearly exactly as I do in this picture, as I am writing this from the D.A.V. in Davenport. That mug does
indeed say "hers" but it's really not a big deal for me to drink out of it because I wear Mary Janes & use Secret deodorant.

HOLY S, BUTTON MUSEUM! This place just appeared out of nowhere. Shanners spotted it first but I thought it was an elaborate drug front
but it indeed turned out to be an immaculate & thorough museum dedicated to the pearl button. It's open! You can just GO THERE!

I took this picture for Sarah Moody because it seems that it's the name of a business, but shorty after I took this picture a teenager
jogged by and said, "don't get your HVAC fixed there, the owner is sometimes a grump." OH BROTHER.

At the end of the trip we were forced by roughnecks at Monkey's Pub to decide if we liked Iowa or Illinois better. It was an easy decision, Illinois is gross.